The morning breaks; the steeds in their stallsStamp and neigh, as the hostler calls;...The day returns, but nevermoreReturns the traveler to the shore,And the tide rises, the tide falls.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

It is twenty-eight years ago to-day since the first woman's rights convention ever held assembled in the Wesleyan chapel at Seneca... Falls, N.Y. Could we have foreseen, when we called that convention, the ridicule, persecution, and misrepresentation that the demand for woman's political, religious and social equality would involve; the long, weary years of waiting and hoping without success; I fear we should not have had the courage and conscience to begin such a protracted struggle, nor the faith and hope to continue the work.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

In a dream, in a vision of the night, when deep sleep falls on mortals, while they slumber on their beds, then he opens their ears..., and terrifies them with warnings, that he may turn them aside from their deeds, and keep them from pride, to spare their souls from the Pit, their lives from traversing the River.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

I had heard so much about how hard it was supposed to be that, when they were little, I thought it would be horrible when they got... married and left. But that's silly you know. . . . By the time they grow up, they change and you change. Eventually, they're not the same little kids and you're not the same mother. It's as if everything just falls into a pattern and you're ready.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »